{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry498.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry498.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry498.htm","text":"But R\u00e1ma, when he first looked down\n And saw afar Ayodhy\u00e1's town,\n Had called Hanum\u00e1n to his side,\n The chief on whom his heart relied,\n And said: 'Brave V\u00e1nar, good at need,\n Haste onward, to Ayodhy\u00e1 speed,\n And learn, I pray, if all be well\n With those who in the palace dwell.\n But an thou speedest on thy way\n Awhile at S'ringavera stay.\n Tell Guha the Nish\u00e1das' lord,\n That victor, with my queen restored,\n In health and strength with many a friend\n Homeward again my steps I bend\n Thence by the road that he will show\n On to Avodhy\u00e1 swiftly go.\n There with my love my brother greet,\n And all our wondrous tale repeat.\n Say that victorious in the strife\n I come with Lakshman and my wife,\n Then mark with keenest eye each trace\n Of joy or grief on Bharat's face.\n Be all his gestures closely viewed,\n \n \n Each change of look and attitude.\n Where breathes the man who will not cling\n To all that glorifies a king?\n Where beats the heart that can resign\n An ancient kingdom, nor repine\n To lose a land renowned for breeds\n Of elephants and warrior steeds?\n If, won by custom day by day,\n My brother Bharat thirsts for sway,\n Still let him rule the nations, still\n The throne of old Ikshv\u00e1ku fill.\n Go, mark him well: his feelings learn,\n And, ere we yet be near return.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 He ceased: and, garbed in human form,\n Forth sped Hanum\u00e1n swift as storm.\n Sublime in air he rose, and through\n The region of his father flew.\n He saw far far beneath his feet\n Where Gang\u00e1's flood and Jumna meet.\n Descending from the upper air\n He entered S'ringavera, where\n King Guha's heart was well content\n To hear the message R\u00e1ma sent.\n Then, with his mighty strengtn renewed,\n The V\u00e1nar chief big way pursued,\n V\u00e1l\u00fakin\u00ed was far behind,\n And Gomat\u00ed with forests lined,\n And golden fields and pastures gay\n With flocks and herds beneath him lay.\n Then Nandigr\u00e1ma charmed his eye\n Where flowers were bright with every dye,\n And trees of lovely foliage made\n With meeting boughs delightful shade,\n Where women watched in trim array\n Their little sons' and grandsons' play.\n His eager eye on Bharat fell\n Who sat before his lonely cell.\n In hermit weed, with tangled hair,\n Pale, weak, and worn with ceaseless care.\n His royal pomp and state resigned\n For R\u00e1ma still he watched and pined,\n Still to his dreary vows adhered,\n And royal R\u00e1ma's shoes revered.\n Yet still the terror of his arm\n Preserved the land from fear and harm.\n \u00a0\u00a0 The Wind-God's son, in form a man,\n Raised reverent hands and thus began:\n 'Fond greeting, Prince, I bring to thee,\n And R\u00e1ma's self has sent it: he\n For whom thy spirit sorrows yet\n As for a hapless anchoret\n In Dandak wood, in dire distress,\n With matted hair and hermit dress.\n This sorrow from thy bosom fling,\n And hear the tale of joy I bring.\n This day thy brother shalt thou meet\n Exulting in his foe's defeat,\n Freed from his toil and lengthened vow,\n The light of victory on his brow,\n With S\u00edt\u00e1, Lakshman and his friends\n Homeward at last his steps he bends.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Then joy, too mighty for control,\n Rushed in full flood o'er Bharat's soul;\n His reeling sense and strength gave way,\n And fainting on the earth he lay,\n At length upspringing from the ground,\n His arms about Hanum\u00e1n wound,\n With tender tears of rapture sprung,\n He dewed the neck to which he clung:\n 'Art thou a God or man,' he cried,\n 'Whom love and pity hither guide?\n For this a hundred thousand kine,\n A hundred villages be thine.\n A score of maids of spotless lives\n To thee I give to be thy wives,\n Of golden hue and bright of face,\n Each lovely for her tender grace.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 He ceased a while by joy subdued,\n And then his eager speech renewed;\n \n \n \n \n503:1 The arghya, a respectful offering to Gods and venerable men consisting of rice, d\u00faiv\u00e1 grass, flowers etc, with water.","title":"BOOK VI: Canto CXXVII.: R\u00e1ma's Message.","type":"page"}